Sunday, September 18, 2011

Summer-isms, Vol. 15

On the phone, calling me from her bedroom:
"Want to meet in the living room in 10 minutes for Zumba?"

After some serious sprinting on our daily run:
"My uterus hurts.  I think I strained my uterus."

"I'm all about hydration.  With this dry skin?"

"I only talk on the phone to people I love.  Except.  Maybe my landlord."

And here are a couple "Summer-and-Kady-isms" that happened at the Jazz Club last night:

Summer: "That lipstick is hot pink coral."
Kady: "In other words, you don't want me to use your lipstick?"
Summer: "I was just warning you, Blondie."

Summer: "You don't often see a soprano sax."
Kady: "I thought that was a golden clarinet."


Mom said...

@Summer: when you have had seven children, talk to me about a sprained uterus.

A Lady Reveals Nothing said...

My uterus is so unstrained it's not funny.

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